For some reason, I myself haven’t really been prepared to hear the stories of my parents — something else that came up regularly at the conference as a way to “heal”. Maybe I’m scared, maybe it’ll take me a little while to figure out, but I guess I have to start by listening.
My father was 5 years old during the Partition of India, and was one of the more than 10 million people who were displaced. Luckily, he wasn’t one of the 2 million people who died in the violence which accompanied it. It was a hugely traumatic experience, but one which I’ve never talked to him about. If I’m not prepared to listen, then how can I expect that of the racists, the far right, the people who brand “immigrants” a cancer on society. These are the stories we need to tell and these are the stories we need to hear. I’m going to make a start.